Sliding curtains gave a little privacy to the residents of this room, which looked and felt more medicinal than most of the other multi-patient rooms.
Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.
A typical room in Birtle.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
Records of ore samples, mostly ruined by the water flowing into the space.
The curving corridors flanking the Administration Tower are especially ornate, though the prison-like door betrays the real purpose of the building.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.